Oh the French girls with the strings of pearls Think it's such a burning shame That the local boys with their country joys Never make them daisy chains They're swooping disappointing incidents While at the docks another ship rolls in And suddenly the door breaks down - ooh la la It's the Seven Deadly Finns

Oh oh oh soldiers and sailors Have all been here before Gigolos and governments Have tumbled through that door Because they need those French girls With all their kiss curls And powder in their guns And the Seven Finns with the deadly grins Tend to measure beauty in tons

The first is a freak with a masochistic streak And the second is a kitten up a tree The third is a flirt with an awful print skirt And the fourth is pretending to be me The fifth wears a mac and never turns his back And the sixth never shows his eyes But the seventh Deadly Finn is so tall and slim He shoulda never been with those guys Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comAlthough variety's the spice of life A steady rhythm is the source Simplicity's the crucial thing Systemically of course - work it all out like Norbert Wiener So when those French girls say to you Would you like your ashes raked? You'll have to take their word for it It's the only thing to take